sex of the mind and soul and i'm left needing a metephorical cigarette
Tuesday November 8, 2005
a historic event... the last time he will ever play a venue with chairs in the arena...
and yet for some reason they didn't rip those offensive things up like the fans of 10 years ago. so nine inch nails played boston again, and this being the 7th time i've seen them in the past 6 months. and be it thursday morning stationed in a cube i am still recovering. the show was amazing, but that was to be predicted. the cds alone leave me with such a unrest and anxiety deep within that i often can't bear to listen to them because i love it too much (?) is that even possible? i'm truly not sure but it is the only music that is capable of moving me profoundly every time i hear it. and even though i've known every last word and note, some of them for 10+ years now, each time i hear his songs is an entirely new experience. why can the same song move me to tears in a completely non-nostalgic way but in a manner that truly touches some sort of fiber of my being like nothing else. and then to witness it in person, by a man i am completely and utterly attracted to and in admiration of, a mentor of my art and a hero of audio expression, leaves me shaken and violated.
the crowd was terrible. i'm disappointed in boston for not selling the fleet center out. i'm disappointed in the floor for not ripping out the chairs under trent's protest. and i'm disapointed in the tools that do feel the need to attend these shows. please smoke your pot elsewhere. please refrain from bringing alone your slutty mcdancelikeatwat girlfriends who clearly have no idea where they are because noone has crammed a one dollar bill in their crotch in a good hour. also try and contain your lust just like the rest of us. screaming out "trent i want to fuck you" i the middle of hurt will not get you anywhere but on my annoyance list. you are not alone my friend. we all do. and i tend to think your boisterous proposition will not be answered. and as my sister proclaims that she misses skinny trent with long hair i must say i'd take him any way he comes. his attractiveness far surpasses the black boots and cranky pants. that and i kind of like him jacked. but really what this all comes down to is the comparison of seeing nine inch nails in a small club to the fleet center. the fleet center sucks. and if i could somehow build a professor frink style time machine to travel back to 1989 and see him in his pretty hate machine days i would explode with euphoria.
the set list was very much what i could have predicted having seen his last tour. this time, however, we were blessed with dead souls. i do wish i had ever had the experience of seeing perfect drug performed for a sound track trifecta like non-other. something i can never have as always brought me to tears. and i wished more than ever my best friend could have been standing with me to witness that. he graced us with a taste of every album and a film projected on a stage encompasing screen during eraser. i have my qualms with the film as an artist, learned in basic cinematography and propaganda. i think he has gotten to the point of misunderestimating his crowd and our intelligence. and perhaps it's just my opinion but i prefer the subtleties and rawness of less explanation. and although i stood amongst the crowd thinking to myself, c'm on trent you easily have 40 or 50 more songs you need to play for me before you can go stop, he did toss his keyboard into some lucky fan, now with a keyboard shaped concussion, and stomp off stage. and as always he closed with head like a hole.
The only improvements i could have asked for are a much smaller club, and for trent to fall in love with me, both of which will never happen in this lifetime.
- awesome! they remind me of the chamamile boys of philadelphia and any manner of watching sean and his friends play in his warehouse. the music was good. very much of an indie-noise type deal which i tend to enjoy. that and they like robots. robots are good on my list. i'm buying their cd.
- boring as hell live. i really like their one album i own but it died in person. there drummer was great, no dave grohl, but great. and the singer just did not fit what i wanted him too. he looked like a frat boy crammed into rock star pants with a homoerotic swivel in his hips. the vocals were lost and honestly i spaced out for most of it. MUCH better on cd.